Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.